Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.